The two armies approached each other very quickly. First, the fastest nomadic cavalry collided and fought.
These people are all Magyars, but now they all let out the sharp screams that were the most awe-inspiring for Westerners in the past, and then rushed together to kill each other. The blood of blood relatives was sprinkled on this meadow, and the horses' neighing
The screams were mixed with the screams of others.
I believe that in the coming year, this meadow filled with the blood of warriors will be even more lush.
The infantry followed very quickly, and soon the fighting on the entire front had begun. The infantry slammed into each other with their shields. They kept pushing and shoving, and at the same time, they seized every opportunity to stab the opponent with their spears.
The cavalry who still maintained their nomadic tradition continued to fight. When the main force of infantry arrived, they all ran towards the wider wings. Here, they were chasing each other, or arrows were being fired at each other.
The sound of horses' hooves hitting the ground, the sound of arrows piercing the air, and the screams of falling to the ground were mixed together to play the symphony called war.
The direct line of King Andrew and the direct line of Duke Bella were the most intense battles. It can be said that the most elite parts of the two armies were gathered here. The knights of the king and the duke fought to the death here, with swords and guns going back and forth.
But it was also because of this that there was little progress in the battle, and the situation became a stalemate. After all, when one person fell, the next one would immediately fill the vacancy - this was the case on both sides.
The king's knights carry blood in their hearts to wash away the flames of shame, while the best of the duke have been in favor of the duke for many years. They will sacrifice their lives for the daily favor, and this is the way of the warrior.
People kept falling, and the corpses of both sides were piled up one after another, but the battle still continued. Under the gaze of the king and the duke, the sergeants fought hard, with spears and short axes constantly coming and going, sometimes biting into each other.
Flesh and blood sometimes swallows steel and sometimes breaks sadly.
Both sides were holding their breath. The king's soldiers thought that the rebels had put them in such embarrassment and deserved to admit such an insult. The duke's soldiers thought that this was a key opportunity to repay their master and a key opportunity to make a career. Absolutely.
do not miss it.
Everyone took their last breath and fought desperately here. For glory, for the future, for glory and wealth, everyone fought for their own reasons, and for this reason, they used their last strength in this cruel fight.
The state governors also led their men to join this fierce battlefield. For them, taking off the king's head would give him peace of mind, so they fought desperately. Almost all the state governors took the lead and used their own fighting to intimidate their subordinates.
Fight hard.
However, the king's knights remained as strong as ever in the face of the rebels. No matter how many enemies they added, their morale still showed no signs of collapse. After all, the people in that team were the best of the entire Magyar kingdom.
However, the state governors will not back down because of this. They are also warriors who fought hard on the battlefield, and they are not afraid of fighting!
On this battlefield, everyone used their full strength, and from time to time there were even crazy horsemen galloping among the rebels, and then they hit the shield wall and people turned on their backs.
In such a fierce battle, the corpses quickly piled up into a hill, but the two sides were still fighting. The soldiers did not hesitate to climb the mountain of corpses, and then continued to fight with the enemy.
A brave Magyar warrior climbed up the mountain of corpses with a scimitar waving at his mouth. He first cut off the enemy above him with a sword and occupied the top of the mountain of corpses. He held his shield in front of him, only to find that there were no enemies on top.
, he occupied the top of the mountain of corpses.
He subconsciously took advantage of this position and took advantage of his height to knock over the climbing enemies one by one. In one moment, he defeated ten enemies in a row, and they were all warriors wearing armor.
This warrior's body was covered with arrows. Fortunately, his armor was hard enough to block these arrows. In addition to the scene where he had just killed the enemy and looked at the battlefield at his feet, this man felt like he was
The master of the battlefield, even the climbing enemies were intimidated by this scene and did not dare to step forward for a moment.
If this person can survive after this war, then he will definitely become a legend among poets, but the battlefield is always full of surprises.
Just when the man was proud, an arrow suddenly penetrated his eye socket, and the warrior screamed and fell from the mountain of corpses.
When seeing this scene, both sides were stunned for a moment, but then they continued to climb crazily in an attempt to occupy the vacated high ground. As a result, the battle became even crazier and the fighting became more terrifying.
Then the mountain of corpses piled up higher and higher, but no matter who climbed up the mountain of corpses, they were bound to die, just like the samurai just now.
After having several such examples, naturally he didn't dare to die again. After all, no matter how red-eyed he was, he could see that something was wrong. The two sides had no choice but to stab each other through the corpses, but it was difficult for them to stab the enemy on the opposite side.
In such an embarrassing situation, both sides shouted to stop, and then began to carry the corpses to each other. For the time being, it was impossible to fight with so many corpses.
When watching the corpses being moved away, both the Duke and the King were slightly moved. The essence of Magyar was spilled on the ground, and so many warriors left themselves here.
But then their hearts immediately hardened. This was a battle to decide who would own the throne, not a time of sorrow and sadness!
After the corpses were slightly cleared away, another round of fierce fighting began.
Edward couldn't help being stunned when he saw this scene. He didn't expect that the battle would be so fierce from the beginning.
He had never seen this kind of scene during his many years of military service, and it was even more unheard of in places like Northeastern Rus where low-intensity plundering was always carried out.
He suddenly began to feel lucky that he existed as a reserve team. If he had entered the fierce core as soon as the battle started, how could he have been able to fight? Otherwise, he would have been wiped out in that extremely fierce battlefield in a matter of minutes.
At the same time, the battlefield became fierce again. Originally, the battlefield was about going all out in one go, then weakening, and then exhausting three times. Both the king and the duke understood this path, so they stepped onto the battlefield together by chance, and the monarch personally fought on the battlefield.
This brought the atmosphere to its peak.
Under such circumstances, even the farmers who most wanted to fish were infected and began to fight with all their strength.
The two monarchs entered the battlefield under their respective escorts. No matter what their thoughts were before the battle, at this moment both sides had the belief to kill the other.
At this moment, the blood connection between them seemed to have taken effect. Both the king and the duke found each other. The two sides looked at each other for a brief second, and then an extremely cruel battle ensued.
"My God, are these Magyars crazy?"
Watching that scene, Edward's mouth opened wider and wider. This was really unimaginable. He watched two Christian monarchs, who were also blood brothers, fighting each other on the battlefield, while the battlefield around them was boiling like a soup pot of hell.
Both Andrew and Bella are veterans on the battlefield, and their war skills are second to none. Although Andrew is troubled by illness, at this moment he ignited all his vitality to fight for the present, and Bella tried her best to fight with her brother.
The winner will get everything the deceased had!
Edward was fascinated by this scene, but he couldn't watch it for long because he found that the work of his reserve team had come.
At some point, the Imperial Army had been defeated by the Polish Knights in front of them. The Polish Knights had just launched an extremely violent charge. The impact directly broke the German army's shield wall at once.
Si Chiech and his elite soldiers took this opportunity to launch a wave of desperate attacks to break through the defenses of the imperial knights and arrived in front of Bian Bo, who was unable to move.
Then the head of the Turin Bianbo was cut off and hung on a spear. As for the archangel Michael, he was also cut off and then stepped into the blood like garbage. In an instant, it became
Extremely filthy.
With the death of the commander, most of the imperial army has collapsed. They are indeed the elite of the empire, but without the commander, no matter how elite the troops are, they will fail. The only reason why the battle line has not collapsed is that those warriors holding machetes are still there.
Fighting.
These warriors seem to have their own values. They care more about the glory of the battlefield than their lives, so they continue to fight here, risking their lives and fighting.
Xi Qiehe was in front of all the soldiers, and his skill in using the spear immediately was as good as any warrior Edward knew. The spear was like a poisonous snake. Whether it was an imperial knight or a life-threatening sword warrior, facing it, he gained
There is only death.
Without hesitation, Edward led his men into the gap. The defeated soldiers who dared to stand in front of them were either killed directly or forcibly driven back to the battlefield.
The Poles did not expect that King Andrew actually had a reserve force. After all, the strength of the King's Army was smaller than that of the Duke's Army. It was unimaginable to have a mobile force under such circumstances.
As a result, they were caught off guard, and the Poles, who had just been celebrating their victory, found themselves under siege.
Edward asked the soldiers to block the gap at all costs. After hearing this, the Russian soldiers put down their spears and pointed them at the enemy, and then moved forward like hedgehogs, stabbing to death one by one those who dared to face the enemy.
The Anglo-Saxon nobles and their Magyar cavalry desperately protected their flanks, maximizing the combat effectiveness of these spearmen.
In terms of offense, the most powerful move of this Russian army is this move. Just charge with your teammates with a spear. No matter what you face, just stab it. After stabbing it, continue to charge until you can't charge anymore.
This move is very powerful, but its weakness is also obvious. The moment the kinetic energy of the impact dissipates, it is the moment they are defeated.
Even a Polish knight wearing heavy armor could not withstand the impact of so many spears, and even if he was not killed immediately, he would be knocked to the ground and then trampled to death mercilessly.
And their martial arts skills are difficult to use against the oncoming spear group. After all, no matter how good you are at using spears, swords, and shields, when dozens of spears are rushing towards you, you can use those skills.
How much of it is used?
However, some of the spearmen's comrades were accidentally injured or even killed due to lack of movement, but no one cared about it at this moment, everyone was going crazy due to the explosion of adrenaline.
These spearmen are the most fanatical. It is such a pleasant feeling to see those nobles helpless or even killed in the face of their spears.
The Poles were beaten back again and again. Facing this forest of spears, they could only make these choices subconsciously. They looked extremely embarrassed. The victory just now was in sharp contrast with the defeat now.
But the Polish soldiers in Sicech lived up to their reputation as elites. Many brave ones rolled directly under the spears, and the spears suddenly pierced the ground that passed by for less than a second.
When they came to the feet of the spearmen, they then used their short axes and small swords to slash as hard as possible, causing as much damage as possible. Although these people still died in the hands of the Russians, for example, some people were directly trampled by the Russians.
Death, but it still greatly extends the impact speed of the Russians.
Taking this opportunity, Sichech reorganized the knights. The knights formed a shield wall amid shouts and orders, and the kinetic energy of the spear charge had also dissipated at this moment.
As the hormones subsided, everyone inevitably became tired. The fatigue that once seemed to disappear kept coming back night after night, so the battle returned to the familiar battle lines.
Everything that happened just now was so intense that everyone seemed extremely powerless and powerless at this moment. However, being powerless was actually to save energy. This was an unspoken understanding between the two parties. When the energy was restored, the fierce fighting would resume again.
will start.
Edward was no exception. They were fighting on the flanks just now and didn't know it. After all, they had to block all enemies coming from the flanks. Edward's scimitar directly hit the curling blade. What he had in his hand now was a piece he picked up casually from the ground.
A spear.
But at this moment, a voice sounded on the battlefield, which stopped all the fighting. Everyone stopped moving and looked in the direction of the voice.
"The king has fallen! The king has fallen! This... the king is dead!"
Such a cry resounded throughout the sky, and this was a scene that everyone was eager to see, because it meant that the battle was decided.
However, since Andrew and Bella are both kings in the eyes of their subordinates, it is not yet known who died.
Edward looked towards the place where the two Arpad nobles were fighting, but he couldn't see anything. Countless soldiers blocked his sight, and he had a bad feeling in his heart.
The Magyars stopped fighting and waited for the loser's head to be hung on a spear, and the head soon appeared.
Although the head had experienced a lot of damage, as if it had been trampled by horse hooves, Edward still recognized the head, which made him subconsciously open his mouth.
"Oh my God, it's Andrew."
Looking at the hung heads of his in-laws, Edward was extremely shocked. It could only mean one thing - they failed.
Earth-shaking cheers sounded at this moment, and they belonged to Bella's supporters, while Andrew's supporters began to flee, and some even surrendered directly. After all, if they didn't want to go into exile, they would have to bow to Bella.
Bella's supporters did not pursue immediately because they were extremely tired and had no energy to pursue.
So the current battlefield suddenly seemed very peaceful. The defeated retreated in embarrassment, while the losers were unable to pursue.
Edward watched this scene, biting his lower lip with his teeth, and then he made a decision. As a guest army, he could leave the battlefield honorably as long as he surrendered, but he was unwilling, unwilling to do this!
The Anglo-Saxon noble turned his horse's head and called to his men to follow him, and everyone responded immediately and followed immediately.
They failed, but they were not completely defeated. He had to protect Andrew's sons immediately and move them to a safe place.